Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.